Fun on the slides.

Remember those days, when, as kids, playing in a neighborhood parks, we used to enjoy the slide. I must have enjoyed it hundreds of times. And sitting alone here, I seem to recall it once more.

The park I used to play in, had a couple of slides. Some straight, and some with lots of curves. Typically, each one of them had an iron ladder to get on the top, and then zoom, sliding down all the way. It was fun. The feel of letting go the self, and being pulled down by sheer force of gravity, sliding down the shiny, cold steel sheets. It was fun, indeed.

Then, as I grew up, I was taught down-slide isn't fun. One must only keep on doing the hard work of climbing the iron ladder, endlessly. There is no place like the top, but the down slide can begin anywhere. Once could just freely slide down, or tumble down, or thrown down and its not fun.


I still miss that slide of my childhood. Coming down sliding and then every-time rushing back to get on the ladder.

Trying to unlearn that life should only be about getting on the ladder.

I am trying to enjoy the down slide, once again.

The steel is colder and slicker.

Maybe this will help me to be less insecure.

Maybe...